The Shape of a Cloud

I took a ride on the clouds
Up in the boundless sky
Boundless heights
Sometime in July

I took a ride on the clouds
Payed my fare in laughter
In mystical pyjamas
I rode the wild rafter

Young clouds, old clouds
New clouds, shoe clouds,

I took a ride on the clouds
Stopped over on a horse
Made a quick transfer
Changed my course

I Hoped on a starfish
Swam through the air
Took off my socks
And rescued a zesty pear

Seedless, Colorless,
Priceless Spiciness

I took a ride on the clouds
Sailed the wooden boat
Waved to a pocket watch
Saved a rainy goat

I took a ride on the clouds
Spun a web with a spider
Raced an elephant
With a hand glider

Red, Yellow and Green
Sang the cloudy Submarine

I took a ride on the clouds
Landed on the moon
Painted on a moustache
With a blue teaspoon

I took a ride on the clouds
Slid down the pig’s tail
Fell down the chimney
Onto a furry whale

Running, Jumping
Singing, Swinging

I took a ride on the clouds
Sometime in July,
Stole a piece of the moon
For a blueberry pie.

Paris

Everything Changes.
I quietly whispered to myself as I gazed over the world in an unfamiliar way.
The air shifts and I suddenly remember the altitude at which I’m standing.
I marvelled at the beautiful City of Love for one last frozen second,
“May I stand here,”
A deep, familiar voice engulfed my ears with flames of memories that ignited an inner fire.
I suddenly forget my fear of heights and feel grounded like an old tree root metres deep.
Slowly, I turned, chin first, eyes second and my eyes connected with his.
“Yes, Please Do,”
I finally answered in my shy, mellow tone.
He came closer to me and leaned elegantly over the rail, our eyes still aligned.
Perhaps he was reading my thoughts, the way he used to.
Maybe he shared the same pain I’ve been hiding within me these past few years he’s been gone,
Maybe he knew
The Truth that was buried inside me with compounded frustration and pain.
My love for him never expired.
It was crisp and still new.
That was one thing that never changed.
For a few moments we stood looking over the old bridges and canals of the beautiful city.
From the corner of my eye I could see him exchanging small smiles.
I used to love those smiles.
They told me a thousand secrets.
He was my Mona Lisa.
Oh Paris, you never change.

Waiting

In a moment I emerged,
Like a shadow in the moonlight
Hidden and unknown
Calmness invited the beginning of time
I moulded into the warm space
Temporarily concealed
In the dark territory that nurtured my soul
I grew with the beat
And waited for the light
That would show me the creator
Who would call my name
Show me the colourful world
And feed me with unconditional love
Time helped me grow,
And slowly defined my figure
While I prepared myself for the world
The world I would wait to call my own.
Then my existence was embraced
By hands trying to reach me from outside
But it was not yet time
I was clenched between a cold handle
I was not ready to leave
Then came my first tears
My first scream,
I tried to resist,
But it was impossible
I was pulled out with force
The light was too bright for my new eyes
I felt a heart break,
A moment lost
And my soul crush into the darkest obscurity
My time and my existence
Was no fault of my own.